by Meka James
The Lists
a Not Broken novella
Meka James
Jazen Ink
©2018 Meka James/Jazen Ink Press
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Cover design by Avery Kingston
Editing by Tera Cuskaden
Created with Vellum
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Also by Meka James
About the Author
For Lily, whose gentle book pushing ways is the reason this story exists.
Thank you to Mr. James. He works a soul sucking job to take care of the family and support all my wildest desires. Love ya, babe.
Thank you for the love and support from my family and friends. Your belief in me helps keep me going.
To my RChat squad! You ladies rock and I wouldn’t be the steadily growing writer I am if not for you gals.
Special thank you to The Girl, aka my daughter and first born, for the cover art photography.
And lastly to those of you that love reading my words as much as I love writing them. Thank you!
1
Birthday Gift
Calida
I smiled, listening to Malcolm say goodbye to the final guests. His surprise birthday party had gone off without a hitch. I picked up more of the scattered red plastic cups, stacking them as I headed over to the large blue recycle bin tucked away in the hall leading to the garage.
Arms circled my waist from behind, and he nuzzled my neck. “Mm, baby, I don’t know how you managed to pull this off without me knowing, but thank you.”
He kissed and nipped at my skin and my body responded instantly. We’d been together for nearly a year and a half, four of those months as a married couple, and still his slightest touch made me want to jump his bones. I reached back and ran my hand along his scruffy cheek.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
I swiveled and wrapped my arms around his neck and tangled my fingers in his dreads. His hazel eyes sparkled when he bent to meet me for the kiss I was after. His tongue swept across my mouth, and my lips parted to give him the entrance he’d silently requested. Mal’s hands cupped my ass, bringing me closer to his body and letting me know he wanted more of a celebration. I wanted it just as much, maybe more, knowing what I had planned for him.
The kiss ended, but our foreheads remained connected. “Happy birthday, baby. Go chill. I need to finish cleaning.”
“Nope. It can wait ’til morning. I want my gift.”
I drew my brows together and cocked my head to the side. “Gift? What gift? I spent two months trying to pull this off. That’s all the gift you get.”
He threw his head back and barked out a laugh. “Right. Stop talking nonsense, woman.”
With lust evident in his gaze, he eyed me up and down, and everything south of the border tingled with anticipation. This man. My man. I wondered if I’d ever stop having this reaction, but one look at him and I knew that answer was no.
“I will be unwrapping something tonight.” His voice dropped, taking on a husky tone. One I knew all too well. “Even if it’s just you out of those tight jeans. Looking at your ass all night has been torture. I couldn’t properly hug anyone because of the constant hard-on you gave me.”
This time it was me who let out a hard laugh. I wiggled free. “These jeans? You like them?”
I turned so he had a side view as I ran my hand down the curve of my ass. “I mean, they’re nothing special, just something— AH!” My words were cut off when he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder.
“Enough teasing, woman.”
I received a sharp smack on my ass, and he carried me upstairs with little effort. Once in the room, he gently set me on my feet then his lips were on mine. Hints of chocolate and coconut lingered from the cake. The kiss started slow and soft. His large, warm hands cradled my face with tenderness, and his lips descended quickly, ignited with deep passion. I grabbed his shirt, bunching the fabric in my fist, and I did my damnedest to erase any space between our bodies. The subtle ginger and tobacco scents in his cologne combined with the heat radiating from his hard body and the expert command of his tongue as his mouth devoured mine all worked together for sensory overload that had me happily drowning in a sea of Malcolm.
If he continued, I wouldn’t be able to keep my wits about me long enough to give him his gift. Malcolm pulled away and gripped the hem of my shirt.
I put my hands over his. “No, wait!”
“Baby, please. It’s my birthday.”
I laughed again. The man was pouting. Like, actually pouting. Bottom lip stuck out and everything.
“Aww. I promise. I promise we’re going to. We are. As many times as I can take it. But first…you do have a gift.”
After a quick peck to his cheek, I ran over to the closet. With a large smile on my face, I handed him the gift bag. His face lit up and he all but danced his way over to the bed and took a seat. I chewed on my thumbnail and ran my other thumb over my wedding ring.
The blue and green tissue paper went flying. He was like a big kid when it came to getting gifts. I just hoped he liked this one as much as I anticipated he would. A combination of a wrinkled brow and pinched lips took over his features when he pulled out the small Mason jar. I’d decorated it with blue and black ribbons making it hard but not impossible to see inside.
On the lid, I’d taped a pink piece of paper to it. My list, with love.
He shook the jar, and the folded colorful papers rattled around inside. “Your list? What?”
I nodded and shifted my weight from side to side. “My kinky to-do list.”
His confused expression transformed into raised eyebrows and widened eyes, accompanied by a delightful full-faced grin as those words sank in.
We’d joked around about it here and there, but always as just a joke, never something I’d seriously considered until the approach of his birthday.
“Ginger. Are you fucking with me?”
“Well, not yet…”
He started to unscrew the lid. “We’re doing all of these tonight!”
“What? No. Just wait.” I went back into the closet and came out with a second jar and a multi-colored cube of Post-It notes for him. “You have to make yours first. Ten. You get ten things.”
Malcolm put the jar on the nightstand then approached me. Slow, deliberate strides like a predator stalking its prey. My husband ravished me with his eyes. I knew that look. I loved that look. He wouldn’t be making any lists tonight. He took the second jar and notepad from me and dropped them on the floor. Tonight my husband would have me screaming his name without any item from a list needed. Thank goodness my parents said they’d babysit.
“Now it’s time for me to unwrap the gift I’ve been waiting for all day.”
With a playful smirk on my face, I slowly raised my arms above my head. Mal peeled the shirt off me, and from behind the gray fabric I heard his sharp intake of breath when my chest was revealed to him. Shirt removed, he tossed it to the side and kept his eyes focused on my breasts.
; “This. Is. New.”
I ran my hands under my bra-covered breasts and lifted them. “You like?”
The sheer demi bra did little to hide the flesh beneath it. The black fabric had intricate floral designs along the side and back and around the bottom of the cups. It was detailed with sequins and rhinestones that caught the light when I moved, and the front was joined in the center with a bow. I spent a lot more money on underwear than I ever had, and Malcolm always appreciated my new purchases. He’d take the time, like now, to enjoy and admire them. He’d tell me if I put the effort in to dress up for him and put on something special, he sure as hell was going to savor it.
He reached out, using only his index finger, and circled my erect nipple through the thin material, then moved to the other side to mirror his action. My body hummed with awareness of him. Our gazes locked, and he grinned when he placed his hands on my waist and tugged me forward. His face filled my vision as he leaned down, and I tilted my head up to meet his lips. He nipped at my bottom one before he ran his tongue along it.
The strong arms I loved wrapped around me to pull me closer to his hard body, and his mouth claimed mine. Even through the denim, his impressive erection pressed against my stomach. His dreads hung free and created a curtain around us. The warmth of his fingers radiated against my skin; each slight movement left behind its own comforting memory. Soft pressure from his lips, demanding, yet gentle, a perfect mix only he seemed to achieve. And one that sent my heart into overdrive.
My pulse quickened and the steady drum of wanton need throbbed between my legs. I let my hands slide up along his biceps before I encircled his neck and wrapped a leg around his to shamelessly rub my body against him. The hard squeeze to my ass drew a long moan.
Mal pulled back and placed a quick peck on the nose. “You need to lose these.” He gave my ass another squeeze.
My breath escaped in short puffs while my body raged against the loss of contact. A long inhale and exhale allowed me to recoup enough to focus. With a flip of my hair, I ran my hands down my body and quirked my lips up.
“Well, Birthday Boy, that really is your job. You’re supposed to be unwrapping your gift.”
His smile widened, and he stepped back. With nimble fingers, he unbuttoned my jeans, and in an astounding display of patience, he seemingly unzipped them one notch at a time. Hazel eyes danced with mischief as he hooked his thumbs into my waistband before rocking his hands back and forth to lower my pants down over my hips and ass. I let out a small yelp when he scooped me up and carried me over to the bed. My husband kneeled in front of me, and our focus remained on each other while he pulled the jeans free of my body. He took his time, as if he were unwrapping something special. But that was him. The man before me had a way of making me feel like the most cherished person on the planet no matter how mundane the action.
Each brush of his fingertips on my skin left behind a trail of goosebumps. I was panting when he brought my leg up to his mouth. A single kiss to my ankle set a million warm embers fluttering across my flesh. The hairs of his beard tickled as he continued his journey, an inch at a time. The subtle scratch, an aphrodisiac of its own that released a flood of desire and dampened my panties.
Slow, and precise, he kissed and nipped his way up my leg, and my body was primed and ready for him. Desperate need for the intimate connection ran rampant through me, adding fuel to a fire only he could quench.
When he got to my knee, he stopped.
I bit down on my lip. Malcolm was face level with my crotch and his eyes were fixated on the apex between my legs. I swallowed hard, and my face heated up when he pushed my knees apart for a better look. The matching panties were as sheer as the bra and left nothing to the imagination. He had clear view of how aroused he’d made me. I closed my hands around the comforter and fought the urge to pull his face closer—my lower half contracted at the thought of his sensuous mouth teasing me through the thin barrier.
His warm hands slid up my thighs until his thumbs met in the middle. Finally, he looked up at me with the most delicious grin on his face. Working his thumbs up and down in a leisurely pace, he caressed my center. The calloused pads of his fingers pressed the wet fabric against me, creating enough friction to drive my need higher, but not enough to get me over the crest. When he licked his lips, my heart rate increased, my body temperature soared, and my knees opened wider of their own accord. A low moan rumbled from the back of my throat and my nipples strained behind the confines of the bra.
“This is a real surprise.” The words were delivered in a gravel tone that caused me to shudder.
I’d gotten bikini waxes before, but never a full one that left me as bare as the day I was born. It was something he’d mentioned, so I’d decided to go for it as an added treat. The appreciation on his handsome face flooded me with a different sort of pleasure mixed with happiness and pride.
I arched into his touch. “Happy birthday, baby.”
Malcolm rose higher, sliding his hands around to my ass, and pulled me closer to the edge of the bed.
“What do we have here?” He moved to the side to get a better view of my backside.
I slid farther onto the bed and flipped onto my stomach. “Like whatcha see?”
The back of the panties had a peek-a-boo design. The upper part was a bouquet of flowers attached to the string. Then there was an opening. No fabric. The top part of my behind exposed. The flowers connected to the sheer lace in the middle to cover the rest of my ass, joined with a strap that met the top one.
“Ginger, baby, you went all out for me.”
I flipped back over and propped up on my elbows. My hair tickled my bare shoulders as it hung down behind me. “It’s your first birthday as a married man. That deserved an extra treat.”
Malcolm stood in front of me, his gaze raking over my body.
The prolonged staring kicked the annoying self-consciousness into gear.
No.
I mentally pushed those worries back to the corner of my mind. I took in the sight before me and allowed the security of his presence to be the padlock on the negative thoughts.
I lifted my leg and ran my foot along the distinct outline of his erection. “Why am I the only one undressed?”
“Because I’m enjoying my gift and want to take my time with it.”
I rolled my eyes. “You have me all the time. This is nothing special.”
All playfulness vanished from his face. “Baby, every time I’m with you is special. Whether it’s a little bit freaky, hard and fast, or soft and sweet, every…single…time…”
I wrapped my legs around his waist so the full weight of his body settled on me. Emotion burned the back of my eyes and clogged my throat. If he kept talking, I’d cry. I grabbed his face and pressed my lips to his. One day I’d be used to his words and utter love and devotion, but today… Today it still moved me and reminded me again how lucky I was. And how much I wanted to give him everything he wanted. I said a silent prayer that things would go as planned.
My fingers twitched with the need for skin-to-skin contact. I tugged at his shirt, Malcolm lifted up to aid in its removal. He quickly shed his jeans and underwear. One by one, he let his fingers wrap around the waist of my panties. He peeled them free of my body, all while he kept me pinned with his lustful stare.
Everything south of the border clenched in wanton anticipation. The blood pounding through my veins turned my ears hot. He was supposed to be unwrapping me, but I propped up on my elbows to unhook my bra and tossed it toward the other discarded items. He winked before he settled atop me again. I widened my legs and ran my hands along his muscular back, the heat of his body my welcomed security blanket.
He rubbed his nose along my jawline and palmed my breast. Using the pad of his thumb, he grazed across my erect nipple; the feather-light touch set off a firestorm of goosebumps on my skin. His thick erection twitched at my opening, and the need to be stretched to capacity guided my movements. I wrapped my legs around his wais
t, a futile attempt to bring him forward.
Malcolm placed a kiss below my ear. “It’s my birthday. I’ll take my time if I want to.”
The subtle admonishment to my actions caused a quick spike in my heart rate. I licked my lips, loosened my hold, and placed my feet on the mattress. He reached for my arms, moving them so they were above my head and locked his fingers with mine.
Bodies close. My pebbled nipples grazed against his chest. Our breathing in sync and gazes locked. Malcolm inched forward, the swollen head of his dick barely breaching my opening. He pulled back then moved in again, a little deeper that time. I closed my eyes, and took steady breaths. Out. In. Each time deeper than before until he was fully sheathed within me.
His warm lips were on my neck, a flick of his tongue, the soft bite of his teeth. Hot bursts of air the only clue that his controlled, tortuous pace had an effect on him. My body, well lubricated, offered no resistance to the intrusion. A low groan vibrated in the back of my throat with each slow stroke.
I flexed my fingers beneath his grip and the climb started. Slow, steady, our bodies writhed in intimate bliss. Moans and whimpers were the only thing I could manage but they were complemented with the grunts coming from my husband. Higher and higher his lovemaking took me, until finally I hit the crest and went free falling.
Malcolm’s hold tightened, but his paced remained the same until he stilled. My body convulsed around him as he emptied his release into me. After he rolled to the side, I rested my hand on my sweaty stomach and smiled.
He propped up on his elbow and faced me. “You know this is only intermission right?”
I let out an airy laugh and turned to look at him. “Yes, baby. I’m well aware we’re just getting started.”